ａｕｄｉｏ + ａｃｔｉｏｎ.

[wolfchild]

[ she begins without preamble, speaking clearly and surely. ]

I have things to trade in the cafeteria. There's hams and cheeses, doughnuts, and juices. Socks too, and wet wipes, toys and jewelry. I've got books too for those who want them and markers in lots of colors. There's a lot more too. I'll be here all day or until it's all gone.

[ she took over a section of the cafeteria for her use. her direwolf lies beside her, guarding both her and the cart.

her wheeled cart ( commandeered from the clinic ) is full of items: the top has a tray of finger food from the promised cold hams and cheeses to oysters and shrimp packed in ice with sauces alongside, even cooked mini pizzas. below are assorted vending machine goods in their wrappers, sacks of ground coffee and hot chocolate, and a dozen fresh doughnuts. she has a pitcher of lemonade and a half-gallon of fruit punch.

in the drawers are assorted items such as wipes, hand sanitizers, socks and scarves, toys including a stuffed bear that moves and talks when you press its stomach, a few books and papers and markers.

hidden inside a bag at the girl's feet are a few cartons of cigarettes and small bottles of whiskey and wine for those who can pay a little extra. ]

Comments

[wolfchild]

They're all words.

[ the girl tries to seem polite. the direwolf expresses their shared disinterest. ]

I sold the illuminated one.

[getoffmyearth]

[He's not even gonna comment on the wolf. One of his best friends is a talking raccoon. There is soooo little room for judgement or questioning in his life.]

I'm a little bit old for that anyway.

[It requires a little bit of digging in the variety of pockets hidden in places in his uniform- spare ammo, no, instant coffee, should throw it at Gamora unless he actually wants to sit tomorrow, rubber bands, shoot them at James later- and buried in the pack of "things that are useful in combat" is a roll of Kree-made, fleshy-colored (for Kree, so blue) bandages.]

Here you go. [He tosses them to her.] Should seal anything, as long as it's not immediately fatal. Won't keep you from dying if you're too far gone, but it works pretty great otherwise.

[wolfchild]

[ she turns over the roll in her hands to examine it. she drags a nail over it. a healthy amount of distrust has her doubting his words. but bandages are bandages. even if he's exaggerating, she can find some use for them. ]

Thank you. [ she sounds a little friendlier, a little younger. ] Grab whichever you want.

20,000 years later with the magic inbox of vanishing tags...

[getoffmyearth]

[They're all the same to him, really. He hasn't read any book off Earth in...well over a decade, and before that, if it wasn't about space, he probably didn't read it at all unless he absolutely had to. But now he's got nothing but time, doesn't he? Gotta do something while he's not coming up with any plans to save the universe.]

No recommendations? [He's tempted to find whichever one would be best to troll with, but sadly, there does not appear to be a Fabio cover in sight.] Don't use that on something you can just slap a bandaid on, by the way. [And remarkably, he actually hasn't found that much use for it; but then, he's not Adam Warlock, people don't stab him literally in the back on a regular basis.] Hey, do you have a name?

gosh inbox g o s h

[wolfchild]

Don't go outside, there's no air. [ she knows he meant re: books. she also needed to let the snark out somehow. ]

'M Cat.

this is probably a lesson about not checking your tags on your phone at work or something

[getoffmyearth]

Sure isn't. That's why space is cold. And that's what they make nifty helmets that extract oxygen from practically nothing for.

[It probably doesn't work in the void of space, actually, but details, details. It works anywhere else. They don't need to get into those semantics right now.]

Cat, huh? I'm Peter. They shake hands where you're from?

[wolfchild]

[ she only gives him a look like "what are you even talking about." whether it's in reference to the space comment or the handshake or both isn't obvious. ]

No.

[getoffmyearth]

Oh, good, that saves me from having to attempt to be diplomatic or polite.

[He gets that look a lot. He tends to deserve it, too. Something about "hey my teammate killing you wore off what's the problem" and "did you know if you set off that giant bomb you will rip open the universe maybe don't do that" and "we're going to take a mad titan into the evil universe and use him to get rid of it" provokes a lot of incredulous and frankly contemptuous and baffled stares.]

I'm guessing they also don't talk a lot where you come from either.

[wolfchild]

[ the flat look that follows must also be very familiar. she remains silent and unsmiling, waiting for him to get something else or leave. ]